A/N: Fuck I can't believe this. My first fanfic in months and it's fucking PewDieCry. Even the name makes me flinch. I have a huge guilty pleasure for this pairing, though I hate to admit it. I just love it SO FUCKING MUCH. I am so ashamed. *Hangs head* But...I just had to. Couldn't resist. It's obvious that they don't actually like each other but...you know. Anyway this story will probably be very unoriginal, and I apologize if later on, it seems a bit like a ripoff of any other stories. I will try my best though. By the way this story switches POVs about every chapter, to get inside both their heads. So...enjoy internet. God I'm an idiot, putting this out there. I hope to God neither of them read this and if they do...I am sorry.
Chapter 1 : First meeting
Felix's POV
The first time I saw him, it was 1995, at a were both six. I saw him, standing alone, looking scared to move. Being the bold kid I was, I marched up to him and greeted him. "Hey, what'cha doing?" I asked, and he flinched. I frowned, this kid was only six, he was acting like a scared puppy. Like he had no right to be there. "What's wrong? Hey, I'm not gonna hurt you!" I told him. His eyes brightened a bit. "S-sorry for acting so weird," he whispered, tracing the ground with his foot. I smiled and laughed. "It's fine. So, what's your name?"
He smiled back and said, "Ryan."
"Hey, Ryan, I'm Felix. Felix Kjellberg," I said proudly.
He tilted his head like a dog, confused. I groaned, I knew what was coming. "Felix Gelberg?" he asked. "No!" I almost yelled, then sighed as he flinched. "Sorry," he mumbled. I felt bad for yelling. "No, I'm sorry," I told him. "I just get annoyed cause pretty much everybody says my last name wrong. It's Felix Kjellberg, not Gelburg. Okay?"
He smiled and nodded. "Got it." I smiled back. "Okay, good. Wanna play?"
"Sure!" We went over to the sandbox and started building a castle. Hey, we were six, don't judge. The time flew by, and we were having a blast. I was really starting to like this kid. I thought maybe we could be friends. So I asked him, "Hey, where's your parents? Maybe we can be friends and I can visit you, if it's okay with them."
He suddenly got really nervous. "Yeah, about that..."
Then a loud, angry voice broke the awkward silence. "Ryan, come on, let's go!" A big, muscular man appeared, a few feet away from the sandbox. "Come on, get over here!" Ryan got really scared then, and almost started having a panic attack.
"S-sorry, gotta go," he whispered as he slinked out of the sandbox. I watched sadly as he scurried over to the large man and walked behind him, keeping his eyes on the ground. Then a woman appeared next to the man. She said something to him I couldn't hear, and he turned to look at her angrily. She sighed and stepped back. She moved to Ryan and put her hand on his shoulder, patting it comfortingly. This big, mean 'ol man was apparently Ryan's dad, and the woman was his mom. I felt bad for him, I'd hate to have a dad like that.
The man said something to Ryan that I unfortunately couldn't hear, and Ryan flinched. The man then raised his hand and almost hit Ryan, but stopped as he saw me watching him with wide eyes. He growled deep in his throat, and grabbed Ryan by his shoulders, and the three left the park. Ryan looked back at me sadly. I wish I could have stayed in contact somehow. But according to how his dad acted, it probably wouldn't be a good idea for me to visit him.
I burned with anger in my heart at that man who almost hit Ryan. That was probably why he was so shy at first, and why he always flinched. That man, his father, had abused him, hit him, yelled at him, instead of acting like a real father like he should've. His mother tried to help him, but she was silenced by the heartless man who abused their son without mercy. Even at age six, I knew it.
That was the day I met Ryan. I was six. We didn't see each other again for eight years, but even then I knew that someday he'd be a huge part of my life. And I was right.
A/N: Sorry if I got anything wrong. I mean, like, I don't really know much about their early lives. I don't know if Cry really had an abusive dad, and I hope I don't offend anyone by putting that in this story. I also know Felix grew up in Sweden, or I'm pretty sure, but this story is kinda AU so some factors are changed to make the story work better. Sorry about that. Augh, I suck so much. Anyway, hope the Internet liked it. What the hell did I just do, posting this? Me and my guilty pleasure OTPs. Fuck me.
